Telling Lies, loving you

Chapter 226 Kill Me

The night was so gorgeous as if it was covered with a layer of golden powder. The bright moonlight pulled out a large area of glow from the sky and spread to the sky. The stars dotted like the sparkling water, quiet and silent.

When Michelle woke up again, she found that she was no longer in the hospital. She looked at the ceiling and listened to the birds outside the window. Everything seemed to go back to the past.

This was her room, but she remembered clearly that her mother had left her and the community had been demolished.

Vaguely, she heard the sound from outside. When she listened carefully, she was surprised to find that someone was cooking in the kitchen. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the door in disbelief.

However, the door was pushed open at this time. Michelle suddenly found that Olivia was standing outside the door.

"Michelle, it's time to get up and have breakfast" Olivia was still wearing an apron with a spatula in her hand.

Michelle looked at her in a daze and couldn't help shouting, "Mom."

"The sun is almost reaching your buttocks. Get up quickly. You have class in the afternoon."

Class?

At first glance, the calendar reminded her of the days when she was still in high school.

"Mom..." Suddenly, Michelle realized something and shouted at the back of Olivia who was about to leave. Olivia also stopped at the same time. Instead of turning around, she stood there quietly.

"Mom, mom!" Michelle screamed and woke up from her dream.

The bean sized cold sweat rolled down from her forehead, and her face was pale without a trace of blood. Her lips trembled because of fear, and the whole room was as quiet as a ghost. Only her rapid breath echoed.

Outside the window, the wind blew in through the curtain, with a little cold.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Emily walked in with the things she had bought.

"Michelle, how are you feeling?"

It was the first time that she had seen Michelle so calm.

"Emily, why am I here? Wait, shouldn't I be at home? I was at home just now, but why was I in the hospital? Emily, tell me what happened. "

Michelle grabbed Emily's shoulder and asked her in pain.

Emily knew that she was dreaming again, and it was a dream related to Olivia. At that moment, Emily really wanted to protect her.

"Michelle, don't worry. It's just a dream." Emily wanted to lie, but she knew that Michelle hadn't lost her memory. She just had a nightmare. When she woke up, everything would come back to reality.

"I bought your favorite porridge with minced pork and preserved egg. Have some." Taking the opportunity, Emily changed the topic. She bought Michelle's favorite food, hoping to distract her attention.

Looking at the bowl of porridge, Michelle took it over with her hand. But when she was about to drink it, her brain suddenly buzzed. Some broken scenes appeared one by one, making her head ache.

Suddenly, Michelle ran out and took the fruit knife on the bedside table when Emily was not noticing.

"Michelle!"

Realizing that the situation was not good, Emily hurried to chase after her.

In the corridor of the hospital, Michelle was looking for a ward angrily. After what happened last time, Walter had transferred the ward to another place.

He didn't tell Jared about it. At least, no one wanted to see others get hurt again.

"Where are you, Scott? Get out!"

She shouted at every ward, completely ignoring where she was. The doctor found her condition and rushed over with nurses.

Michelle was sent back to the ward. The doctor gave her a tranquilizer before she calmed down.

"Didn't I ask you to take her home? If it goes on like this, I'm afraid we'll send her to a psychiatric hospital."

Before the doctor left, he specially asked Emily to take her home. After all, Michelle made a fuss every day. Others thought there was a psychiatric patient in the hospital. Who would dare to come here again?

"I see. Thank you, doctor."

After the doctor left, Emily returned to the ward. She looked at the pale woman and felt bad. How long would such a life last?

Walter also arranged the funeral for Olivia. Michelle was unconscious, so Walter didn't let her go. He was worried that she would be stimulated again.

On that day, Walter went through the discharge formalities and hired a private doctor to take care of Michelle.

"Emily, thank you for your hard work these days."

Before leaving, Walter realized how reluctant he was. He felt that he really liked the woman before him. He liked her toughness and courage, her generosity and kindness.

"I'm fine."

In order not to make Walter worry, Emily smiled.

Some people could only turn around and reach the end of the world. For example, there was something that was only a turning point, but had already been a sea corner.

When Walter returned to the hospital, the moment he pushed the door open, he found that Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his shoes with difficulty.

He ran to him in a hurry and said, "your wound hasn't healed yet. The doctor said you should have a good rest."

"I'm going to look for Michelle. I feel something is wrong." As a stubborn man, Scott wouldn't listen to Walter at all. He had asked the doctor just now. He had been lying in the hospital for several days. If nothing had happened, he should have seen Michelle at the first sight when he woke up.

But he didn't.

His intuition told him that something bad had happened to his family.

"Scott, don't worry. Michelle is fine." Seeing him like this, Walter didn't want to see him worry, so he would rather lie. Now, it was not the right time to tell the truth. He was afraid that Scott could not bear it.

But when Scott saw Walter's expression, he was sure that something must have happened.

"Tell me, is something wrong with Michelle? Why isn't she in the hospital? Walter, if we are still brothers, can you tell me? "

Scott's memory lingered on the day when he was shot. He remembered that someone was going to shoot at Michelle, and he subconsciously stood in front of her. He still remembered that Michelle cried bitterly holding him in her arms.

The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he felt.

Feeling that his head was about to explode, Scott grabbed Walter's shoulder tightly and refused to let him go. Now, he had to know the reason.

"Scott, calm down." Walter really didn't know how to say, so he could only comfort him temporarily.

"Well, if you don't tell me, I'll go to find Michelle myself!" After that, he pushed Walter away. He didn't want to waste time on Walter.

"Auntie is dead. Michelle insists that you are the murderer. She wants to kill you."

Walter's words came from behind. After a short pause, Scott asked, "what did you say? What happened? Why did she want to kill me? How could I be the murderer? "

With his eyes wide open, Scott asked Walter in disbelief.

Some misunderstandings were difficult to explain once they started.

Seeing that he couldn't get any answer from Walter, Scott pushed him away again and rushed out. Worried that something might happen, Walter also ran out.

"Michelle!"

Standing outside Emily's house, Scott knocked on the door in a hurry.

"Scott, why are you here?"

When the door was opened, Emily looked at the man standing outside and couldn't help exclaiming.

She never thought that Scott would dare to come here. She looked at Walter, who was standing behind him, as if she was holding him accountable.

But everyone knew that Scott was so smart that he must have guessed it.

"Michelle is in her room. You can leave after seeing her." Emily had no choice but to open the door and let Scott in.

Even if it was just a glance, he felt better as long as she was safe.

Thinking of this, Scott followed Emily and walked towards Michelle's room. Emily cautiously pushed the door open for fear of waking up the sleeping people in the room.

"Michelle, how did you become like this?"

Scott sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of love and guilt. He reached out his hand and gently stroked Michelle's face. His palm was full of coldness, which broke people's heart at that moment.

"The doctor said that she was stimulated too much, so sometimes she would be delirious. Scott, I advise you to leave as soon as possible, or you will be in danger when Michelle wakes up." Emily saw that it was almost time to leave, so she rushed to urge. But how could Scott leave so easily?

Now, for Michelle, he was her only family. So no matter what, he would not leave.

All of a sudden, the woman lying on the bed opened her eyes. She looked at the man sitting by the bed and stabbed him with the fruit knife!

No one present had thought that she would wake up so early. Besides, Emily had checked her body before she went to bed and didn't leave until she was sure that Michelle didn't have a weapon in her hand. But now, how did the fruit knife appear in her hand?

Walter and Emily widened their eyes at the same time and saw blood flowing down from Scott's arm and falling on the white sheet. The red color was particularly dazzling in this place.

Enduring the pain from his arm, Scott looked at Michelle and said softly, "if this can make you feel better, you can kill me."

"Scott, are you crazy?" Hearing what he said, Emily wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Walter. She struggled and glared at Walter, as if asking why.

Walter didn't say anything but took her out. He wanted to leave the room for the two people, although he was also worried about the injuries on Scott's body. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Humph! Don't think that I don't dare to kill you. Do you think I will be softhearted to play this trick? Scott, I really want to kill you now. I really want to stab that knife into your heart! "

At first, Michelle's heart trembled slightly and felt painful. But the next second, her eyes were blinded by hatred. She believed that everything was because the man in front of her was too good at acting.